Zhao Sheng's grip on the reins tightened, his eagle-like sharp eyes staring at Bai Qingyan, who had captured his younger brother Zhao Tong, as if he wished to tear Bai Qingyan apart.
"Yesterday, our army had a day of rest. I wonder if General Xun has rested well and is ready for a battle?" Liu Hong said lightly, a smile on his face as if he was certain of victory. "Or does General Xun need to wait for the grain supplies to arrive before he can fight since they were burned?"
The mention of the burnt grain supplies caused Xun Tianzhang's heart to ache.
He had deliberately not transported the grain to the camp, fearing that it would be lost if the Jin Army attacked. He hadn't expected someone to burn the supplies nonetheless.